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[OOM: Mal has a nightmare. Sands tries, but doesn't really succeed.]
No grand entrance from Sands today.
He comes in from the guest wing, with a very faint and utterly mirthless smile on his face. A slight detour by way of Bar to pick up some tequila, and he heads straight to the furthest corner of the furthest booth.
Lights up a cigarette and leans his head back against the wall, closing his eyes.
No grand entrance from Sands today.
He comes in from the guest wing, with a very faint and utterly mirthless smile on his face. A slight detour by way of Bar to pick up some tequila, and he heads straight to the furthest corner of the furthest booth.
Lights up a cigarette and leans his head back against the wall, closing his eyes.